#stilesanomaly

[bh-anomalyradio-blog]

Weight of Living, Part I by Bastille for Stiles Your Albatross, let it go, let it go, Your albatross shoot it down, shoot it down When you just can't shake The heavy weight of living

Everyone's dealing with so much in this town- I think everyone understands this feeling... but Stiles definitely has a lot on his plate right now... It's going to be okay though. It has to be. We all will be...

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[dannymaheanomaly]

The Defiler [Elder God/Stiles/Jackson/Kenna/Raph]

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he knew it was soon. Soon, he'd be able to use a new body-- or maybe even the same one, to continue his havoc on the small town of Beacon Hills. It'd be easier to take Danny again, with his mind all broken up from the last time, but he didn't want to risk another chance of the pathetic human almost dying. It took time for him to rejuvenate; controlling people was never easy. The time would be wasted.

Nobody had found him in his convenient hiding spot. Nobody would guess to check in the old tunnels underneath the Hale house. And anybody who stumbled on him accidentally would only succumb to him, he was sure. He was safe and soon, he'd be able to kill again.

Until he heard them. The wind? No, voices, footsteps above him, movement getting closer. Quickly, with one last effort to keep himself safe, he shifted into the image of poor little Danny Boy, closing his hands into fists to hide the mouth's still present on them.

[darlingxcorinne]

Will... Stiles.. c'mere, little betas. [ howl ]

[alovelyscream2]

High standards, not too far away... seems perfect for us.

[alovelyscream2]

Text || Stiles & Lydia

Lydia: Whatever. I want you to help me write it.

Lydia: Not that I need help. I just don't want to waste my time researching a silly game.

[alovelyscream2]

Third Time's the Charm (Lydia + Stiles + Scott)

The music was turned up as loud as she could get it in the hopes of blocking out the sounds surrounding her. For the last hour they'd steadily been getting worse, but Lydia was working her way through a promising page in the Bestiary so she was trying to ignore them.

An extra loud scream pierced through her thoughts and she nearly feel off the bed in shock. The surprise caused her to suck in a deep breath and before she knew it a loud wail was released. After the scream she took a few deep breaths and scrambled for her phone. A third person had died, but this time she had gotten a clearer image.

Claws slicing the man's throat open, the sound of wind was howling through the trees, the muffled scream of the man as he bled out in a matter of seconds.

It was too much for Lydia, her hands were shaking and her breathing was uneven. Her first instinct was to call Scott, but he wasn't answering his phone. With a frustrated and desperate huff she quickly hung up and called Stiles. Thankfully, after a few rings he picked up. "Someone's dead, Scott's not answering his phone, I think I know where the body is, and I also think werewolves are involved somehow." She rambled off quickly, her voice shaky and frantic, before Stiles could even say hello. Taking a few deep breathes to calm herself, she finally stayed quiet so Stiles could tell her what they would do next.